英语一封信作文【推荐20篇】

One sunday afternoon when I was learning to ride my bike, I fell down and

hurt my arms badly. As soon as my parents heard this, they took me to the

hospital at once.

During my stay in bed, they took good care of me and cheered me up.

Meanwhile, they helped me with my lessons. With their help, I caught up with my

classmates. Now ill try my best to study well to repay my parents.

last term we had a sports meeting . It has last for a day. I think it’s

funny, just like a game.

First is running. And the other part is jumping. The meeting is very

exciting. I watched the running match, but I didn’t watch the jumping match.

What a pity!

Ha-ha, I ran with my classmate then. Because I want to cheer them on. But

always they ran faster than me long. So I had to try my best to catch them up.

It’s a hard work, I think.

The match is very fierce. The players are powerful. Who is the best? We

guess. All of us hope the winner is our class. Finally, the best will get

congratulations. And others also will get comfort and support.

Oh, I am forget something. Before the match beginning, it is warmth and

fragrance doubled and redoubled, all of the pupil and teacher will give ther

best wishes to the players in their class and also the other classes. They are

kind people. And the match is the best way to make people happier, stronger, and

also make them become more friendly.

Where There is Life, There is Music

What is music, no one can explain.

Just imagine for a moment that you are sitting in a magnificent concert

hall. The conductor waves his shiny baton with a graceful swing through the air.

A beautiful melody floats slowly around you

You sit quietly with your eyes shut, your heart open. The delicate vibratos

of the violins carry you to a mood of heavenly bliss. An airy solo of the flute

draws you to the imagination, the notes flow like some jumping swallows dancing

and singing calling for the coming of Spring.

I like music from my childhood. My father often says when I was a baby I

would never go to sleep without soft, beautiful lullabies crooning around my

ears . Now music is a part of my life. When I feel tired, disappointed or in low

spirits, I usually turn to music. Music, nothing but only music can have so

wonderful an effect on my heart, on my pond of feeling.

Music comes with us. Where there is life, there is music. Where there is

music, there is hope. It lies in everyday life, in everyone’s life, in

everything we see, in everything we hear-- in the rhythm of the sea, in the

whisper of a gentle wind, in the melody of a bird’s singing, in the harmony of

village chimes. You can hear music wherever you may go . A man who doesn’t know

music will lose half the world. A nation that pays little or no attention to

music will be a sad nation. A world without music would be the one for the dead

and devils.

So dear friends, let’s open our arms to embrace music and enjoy it

throughout our lives. Love music and love life.

Thank you.

哪里有生活，哪里就有音乐

音乐是什么，无人能解释清楚。

想象此刻你正坐在富丽堂皇的音乐大厅里，乐队指挥手中的闪闪发亮的指挥棒在空中优雅的舞动。悠扬悦耳的音调飘扬在你的周围。

静静地闭上双眼，敞开心扉。小提琴精妙的振颤会把你带入到天堂祈福的心境;大提琴微弱低沉的叹息会使你想起一位老人在风中散步，沉浸在童年时代宁静和挚爱的回忆中;长笛轻快的独奏使你从想象中猛醒;流畅的音符像一群飞舞歌唱的燕子在呼唤春天的来临。

从童年时代音乐就是我的挚爱。父亲经常说，我在襁褓中，没有温柔甜美的摇篮曲在耳边低吟，就难以入眠。现在音乐是我生活的一部分。每当我感到疲倦，失望或情绪不振时，我就求助于音乐。音乐，除了音乐，没有什么对我的身心和情感有如此奇妙的影响。

音乐与我们同在，哪里有生活，哪里就有音乐;哪里有音乐，哪里就有希望。它存在于每个人的日常生活，存在于我们耳闻目睹的一切事物之中;存在于海的波涛，清风细语，悦耳鸟鸣，和谐的乡村钟声之中;无论你身在何处，都会听到音乐。一个不了解音乐的人将失去半个世界。一个不重视音乐的民族将是一个悲哀的民族。一个没有音乐的世界将是逝者和恶人生存的世界。

亲爱的朋友，让我们伸开双臂去拥抱音乐，在人生中享受音乐的乐趣。热爱音乐，热爱生活。

谢谢大家。

There are four seasons in the year. spring, summer, fall, and winter,but i

like winter best.in winter we can play skiing, play skatting, and bit snow.i and

my friend mary, make snowman.i am very happy.winter is very beautiful. so i like

winter best. i hope people like winter best.

My home is on the first floor. There are two bedrooms， a kitchen and a

living room. I’m a child. I have a nice bedroom. In my bedroom， there is

bedroom， a closet， an air- conditioner and so on. My closet is green. My bed is

blue. I love my bedroom very much.

A picture is on my desk. This is a picture of Jims family. The man is

Jims father. A woman is behind Jim. She is his mother. They are teachers. A

girl is in the picture, too. She is Jims sister. Her name is Kate Green. Jim

and his sister are in the same school. They are English.

My Darling McGeorge

You said that things seemed clearer when they were written down. Well, here

with a very boring letter in which I will try to put everything down so that you

may read and re-read it at a horror at your folly in getting involved with

me.

Deep breath. To begin with ,I love you. With a depth and passion and I have

felt for no one else in this life. And if it is astonishes you, it astonished me

as well. Not, I hasten to say, because you are not worth loving. Far from it.

Its just that, first of all,I swore I would not get involved with another

woman. Secondly, I have never had such a feeling before and it is almost

frightening. Thirdly, I would never have thought it possible that another human

being could occupy my waking and sleeping thoughts to the exclusion of almost

everything else. Fourthly, I never thought that even if one was in love one

could get so completely besotted with another person so that a minute away from

them felt like a thousand years. Fifthly, I never hoped,aspired, dreamed that

one can find everything one wanted in one person.

I was not such an idiot as to believe this was possible. Yet in you I have

found everything I want: youre beautiful, gay, giving, gentle, idiotically and

deliciously feminine, sexy, wonderfully intelligent and wonderfully silly as

well. I want nothing else in this life than to be with you, to listen and watch

you, your beautiful voice, your beauty, to argue with you, to laugh with you, to

show you things, to share things with you, to explore your magnificent mind, to

explore your wonderful body, to help you, protect you, serve you ,and...bash you

on the head when I think you are wrong...

Not to put too fine a point on it, I consider that I am the only man

outside mythology to have found crock of gold at the rainbows end. But, having

said all that, let us consider things in details. Dont let this become public,

but, well...I have one or two faults. Minor ones,I hasten to say. For example I

am inclined to be overbearing. I do it for the best possible motives, all

tyrants say that, but I do tend, without thinking, to treat people underfoot.

You must tell me when Im doing it to you, my sweet, because it can be a very

bad thing in a marriage.

Right, the second blemish. This actually is not so much a blemish of

character as a blemish of circumstance. Darling, I want you to be you on your

own right, and I will do everything I can to help you in this. But you must take

into consideration that I am also me in my own right. And that I have a head

start on you. What Im trying to say is that you must not feel offended if you

are sometimes treated simply as my wife. Always remember that what you lose on

the swings you gain on the roundabouts. But i am an established ‘creature’ in

the world, and so on occasions you will have to live in my shadow. Nothing gives

me less pressure than this. But it is a fact of life that has to be faced.

Third, a very important and nasty, blemish. Jealousy. I dont think you

know what jealousy is, thank god, in the real sense of the word. I know that you

have felt jealousy over Lincolns wife and child, but this is what I call normal

jealousy, and this to my regret, is not what Ive got. What I have got is a

black monster and any goodness that I have in my make-up. It is really a Jekyll

and Hyde situation... my Hyde is stronger than my good sense and defeats me,

hard though I try. As I told you, I have always known that this lurks within me,

but I could control it, and my monster slumbered and nothing happened to awake

it. Then I met you and I felt my monster stir and become half-awake when you

told me of Lincoln and others you have known, would you like to end with your

letter my monster came out of its lair, black, irrational, bigoted, stupid,

evil, malevolent. You never know how terribly corrosive jealousy is; It is a

physical pain as though you have swallowed acid or red hot coals. It is the most

terrible of feelings. But you cant help it at least I cant and god knows Ive

tried. I dont want any ex-boyfriends sitting in church when I marry you. On our

wedding day I want nothing but happiness both for you and me, but I know I wont

be happy if there is a church full of your ex-conquests. When I marry you I will

have no past, only a future. I dont want to drag my past into our future and I

dont want you to do it, either. Remember I am jealous of you because I love

you. You are never jealous of something you dont care about.

Okay enough about jealousy. Now let me tell you something. I have seen a

thousand sunsets and sunrises, in a thousand sunsets and sunrises on land where

it floods forest mountains with honey-coloured light, at sea where it rises and

sets like a blood orange in a multi-coloured nest of cloud, slipping in and out

of the vast ocean. I have seen thousand moons. Harvest moon is like gold coins,

winter moons as white as ice chips, new moons like baby swans feathers. I have

seen seas as smooth as if painted, coloured like shot silk or blues as a

kingfisher or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam, moving

ponderously and murderously. I have felt winds straight from the south pole,

bleak and wailing like a lost child; Winds as tender and warm as a lovers

breath; Winds that carried the astringent smell of salt and the death of

seaweeds; Winds during the moist rich smell of a forest floor, the smell of a

million flowers. Fierce winds that churned and moved the sea like yeast, or

winds that made the waters lap at the shore like a kitten. Ive known silence:

the cold, earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well; The implacable stony

silence of a deep cave; The hot, drugged midday silence when everything is

everything is hypnotized and still moved into silence by the eye of the sun. The

silence when great music ends. Ive heard that summer cicadas cry so that the

sound seems stitched into your bones. Ive heard a tree frogs in an

orchestration as complicated as Bach singing in a forest lit by a million

emerald fireflies. Ive heard the Keas calling over the grey glaciers that

groaned to themselves like old people as they inched. Their way to the sea. Ive

heard the hoarse street vendor cries of the mating Fur seals as they sang to

their sleek golden wives, the crisp staccato admonishment of the rattlesnake,

make the cobweb squeak of the Bat and the belling roar of the red deer knee-deep

in purple heather. Ive heard wolves baying at a winters moon, read howlers

making the forest vibrate with their roaring cries. Ive heard the squeak, purr

and grunt of a hundred multi-coloured reef fishes. I’ve seen hamming birds

flashing like opals round a tree of scarlets blooms, humming like a top. I have

seen flying fish skittering like quicksilver across the blue waves, drawing

silver lines on the surface with their tails. Ive seen Spoonbills flying home

to roost like a scarlet banner crossed the sky. Ive seen Whales, black as tar,

cushioned on a cornflower blue sea,creating a Versailles of fountain with their

breath. I have watched butterflies emerge and sit, trembling, while the sun

irons their wings smooth. I watch tigers, like flames, mating in the long grass.

I have been dive -bombed by an angry Raven, black and glossy as the Devils

hoof. Ive lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a

host of Dolphins. I have met a thousand animals and see a thousand wonderful

things.

All this I did without you. This was my loss. All this I want to do with

you. This will be my gain. All this I would gladly have forgone for the sake of

one minute of your company, for your love, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips,

body, and above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind which is an enchanting

quarry, in which it is my privilege to delve.

Gerald Durrell

Dear Sir,

I would like to apply for the post of Works Manager, which was advertised in The Guardian of I2 October 2004. I feel that my qualifications and experience are ideally suited for the position.

I was born in 1968, and I went to school from 1973 to 1988. In 1987 I took the General Certificate of Education, and I got good grades in Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry. After leaving school, I attended the Orient Technical College, where I first studied Fiber Technology and Color Chemistry; later I studied other subjects related to textile manufacture, and in 1991 I obtained the Diploma in Textiles.

After completing my studies, I joined the Top Clothing Company where I worked until 1996. In that year I moved to Prior Productions, who was pleased with my work, and as a result, in 1998, I was promoted to Assistant Works Manager there.

I enjoy my work, and I am prepared to work hard. Moreover, I am sure that Prior Productions would give me an excellent reference. I therefore feel that my application deserves your serious consideration.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Yours faithfully,

Mary Ma

In ten years, I want to be a writer. Ill meet plenty of interested people

. Im going to work by subway every. Its good for earth. I think Ill live in

Beijing, because I will work there. I maybe become a famous people . Maybe I

will be able to take my family to move to Beijing. Ill keep a cute dog in my

big apartment. I think I will have more fans. That is my dream . On the

weekend,I will spend most time with my family,but I think I often have lunch

with my family in the future. We never know what will happen in the future. But

I think "future" is a beautiful word.

dear teacher,

how time flies! it is ahnost a month since i arrived here and began a new

life as a university student. but all this time, i have been missing you and my

dear school. i just can not tell you how grateful i am to you for the help you

gave me during my preparation for the university entrance examination. now i

will tell you something about my university and life here.

our university lies at the foot of mount zijin, in the eastern suburbs of

nanjing city. the campus is very big,with a big sportsground surrounded by lots

of modern classroom buildings. what have impressed me most are the big library

and the well-equipped language lab. our campus is also very beautiful. there are

quite a few well-kept gardens. every road is lined with trees. how happy we are

to study in such an enviromnent!

life here is both busy and coloufful. we have classes every morning. in the

afternoon, we either work in the laboratory or do assignments in the classroom.

in the evening, we can go to talks or do reading in the library. this keeps us

occupied most of the week. but on weekends, there are always many

entertainments. we may go to the club to have a dance or go to the cinema to see

a fihn. sometimes we may also hold a party to practise oral english. in a word,

we like our life here very much.

are you still teaching one of the senior classes? i really think that the

students in your class are lucky for they will certainly benefit greatly under

your instruction. but take care not to overwork yourself. i do hope you will

have a chance of visiting me here.

with best wishes for you and your family. i will be looking forward to

hearing from you soon.

Yours,

____

I have a busy father. He works in a big office .He has a big company. He is

busy every day. He has many thing to do.

He has no time to go home for lunch. He gets home at 7：00 p.m. At home he

does the housework.

He cooks nice dishes for mother and me .On weekends， he often goes to the

park with me .Sometimes he goes to swim with me， too. I like to stay with my

father.

He is a good father， he is also a happy business man.

Dear parents：

Though today is not Thanksgiving Day， I still want to tell you I love you

and thank you for what you ve done for me.

I know you are not successful people， but you give me lots of love. I know

you love me more than anything else in the world. I know you spend lots of time

and money on me. How can I return the love to you? I am deeply touched.

Sometimes I argue with you and make you angry and sad， but you always smile to

me.You never change your love to me.When something worries me，you always make me

laugh. You play pingpong with me and tell me funny stories. Though I am very

busy with my homework， I never feel stressed. I lead a happy life because of

your love.

Believe me，I will try my best to be a successful person and let you be

proud of me in the future. I love you!

Lots of love

Yours Daughter

I want to be a famous report when I grow up

I want to be a famous report when I grow up,because report is really funny

and can travel around world.

I want to travel Hawaii,but travel Hawaii need a lot of money,and if I

become a famouse report I dont need a lot of money!

I really want to become a report,what do you think?

There was once a boy that liked making things and reading books.

One day he was reading about a book, which tells a little girl called

Cindy; met with a dangerous adventure through the woods. But in it were many

challenges which allowed her to be famous. Mike wanted to be just like the

little girl in the story, but could he do this on his own?

Mike decided to try it, for he read a book about many stories; among them

was a tale that tells if you don’t try it then you will never learn to walk. And

so Mike grabbed his bag and went out his home which just happened to be in the

woods. As he wondered about in the woods, he could not tell which way to go, for

there were too many trees that are all alike. Since he didn’t have a map, he

just turned in circles. At last he found a little passage way which led to a

little bridge.

Mike did not know what was on the other side of the bridge, without even

thinking he began walking. As he crossed the bridge, he found three walls. And

over the other said was a dark cave. Mike did not look at the walls, he began to

walk. But as he approached the first wall, he found one side of it green and the

other yellow. “There must be a trap between these pairs!” he thought. And so he

took a step backward, to his surprise he found a little sign, on the sign were

these word: If you want to go inside the cave, then you must pass these tests.

The first test is that you must be able to find out a wall that will lead you to

a garden. In that garden you must find a four leaved clover and a rose. Mike

started to think about this problem.

He thought of the words which his mother had told him before she died.

“Remember son, green means garden; red means danger, orange means lucky; and

yellow means death.” Mike thought, ‘Green means garden, yellow means death! I’ve

got it! I must go through the green wall!” and so without even saying a word, he

entered the green wall, and there he found a lovely garden, “I knew it! I did

it! Now to find a four leaved clover and a rose.” Mike then began to look for

those things.

At last he found a four leaved clover behind a bush, and a rose near the

fountain. Mike then went through the green wall again, and soon was back where

the two walls were. He then crossed the two walls slowly, “I don’t see why I

would have to get these ingredients? What are they for?” he thought. Suddenly he

came to the second pair of walls. This time, he found a little hole, he thought

to himself, “What should I put inside it? I don’t have anything?” Suddenly, he

found out that he had a four leaved clover and a rose. He put them inside the

hole and then he could walk pass it. “Looks like the four leaved clover and the

rose are helpful to me.”

The last test came to Mike; it was a math problem;

“1+2+3+4+5+6+7…+98+99+100.” “This is easy!” cried Mike. He wrote the answer

“5050.” At last the gate opened and Mike walked inside. He found many materials

and used them to invent things.

Did you know that one day, Mike went out and was hurt by a sharp plant.

During that discovery Mike went to his workshop, and began inventing something.

That time it was 1865, and Mike invented the knife. After that, he invented many

things, and was known as the great inventor Mike.

As the new semester is coming, I feel so excited. It will be my last year

in primary school, so I cherish every moment with my friends. I have made up my

mind to study hard, so that I can be competitive for the better middle school.

My friends and I have also planned to go camping and we so are so looking

forward to it.

There is a small road near my home. I can go this road to school, so that I

can reduce time. one night, as it was dark, I felt a little scared, but I still

decided to go that road. It was so quiet and nobody was around. I rushed home.

My mother told me never do it again, because it was dangerous. I said yes.

Dear Frank:

I am terribly sorry to tell you that I have lost the valuable book you were

so kind to lend me last week. I read it everyday and intended to finish it next

month. Last night when I came to my room, it was nowhere to be found. I will try

to recover it as soon as possible. If I fail to find it, I will get a new book

for you.

But I am afraid it can never take the place of the old one. Old books are

like old friends. Once lost, they can never be replaced. They are connected with

cherished associations which the new ones can never have. And for this

irrecoverable loss, I am to blame. I was so careless with my things. This is a

warning to me to be more careful in the future.

Yours truly,

Tom

My mom is about 45 years old.She has long hair and very big eyes. She is a

housewife. She always helps me with my homework before she cleans the house and

prepares dinner for my whole family. She is really a nice and kind mother.

My mom is always very reasonable. All she asks for is for me to complete my

schoolwork. If I get a good mark on my test,she will be very happy. If I dont

do well,she wont get angry. She will encourage me to do better next time.

I love my mom,so I give her a hug when I get home,and tell her she is the

best mom in the world.

Dear Uncle:

Im not well today.Because I have a lot of homework to do that I dont finish.But after reading your advice,Im better than before.

I have lots of good friends at school.On my birthday Eve,they gave me many presents and said"Happy birthday"to me.When I saw these beautiful presents,I was so happy and excited.

When I got a very difficult question,my friends always helped me and they tought me slowly and clearly.

And Im very excited to hear that well go to a summer camp.I think its very good!

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My grandfather likes to play Ping-pong so much. He will play it for an hour

everyday. Sometimes he asks me to play with him, and I refuse because I want to

play computer games. But recently I want to experience this sport, so I practice

it with my grandfather. I find that I fall in love with Ping-pong. It makes me

feel the energy.

I name is li ming yang .Im nine years old.Im grade 4 in no 1 classroom ,I m

thin and short.

I love isenglish and love is chinese,I love reading is english book,I likes

vegetable and apple.I love cat,No love dog.

This is me!